Their breaths began to steady, the heat of their passion lingering in the air like an intoxicating perfume. Mira knelt beside him, her long hair cascading around her shoulders in soft waves, glowing in the dim light that filtered through the room. She looked down at Zamian, a smile playing at the corners of her lips as she gently pushed him to lie back on the bed. His broad chest rose and fell beneath her touch, each movement slow and deliberate, his heart still racing in response to the intensity of their shared moment.
"My turn, honey," she whispered, her voice low and sultry, the words dripping with intent as a mischievous smile curved her lips.
